Despite his own struggles, Mr Nhat remains dedicated to caring for his elderly mother Tran Thi Ngai and leads me to her humble home in the Dong Hoa District of Phu Yen Province - a two-hour drive from popular beach resort Nha Trang.
Now 76, Mrs Ngai’s body is frail but her memory is sharp when it comes to recalling the sexual violence she suﬀered during the war. At one point, she breaks down and sobs as she oﬀloads a lifetime of shame and secrecy. Afterwards I cried for days but my parents just shouted at me.
So, it was with bewilderment he was suddenly jolted from his happy daydreams by a sharp kick from a victorious Communist soldier.
“Your father was a dog, boy,” bellowed the stockily-built man, “Now run!
South Korean troops were not alone in their exploitation of civilian women but their country has never acknowledged the allegations or taken steps to investigate.
In 1987, the Amerasian Homecoming Act resettled the children of American soldiers in the United States.
Helicopters and bombs were a part of our everyday lives. “During my nursing shift, I went home to take a lunchtime nap. Catching her breath between sobs, she explained: “The father of my first-born child returned to South Korea but sent another soldier to my house on the pretence of checking up on the baby.
My parents worked on a farm and we were quite poor. We had no rice and constantly had to find ways of escaping the cross-fire.” Mrs Ngai was 24 and still a virgin when she was first raped. This warped code of honour sealed Mrs Ngai’s fate for a second time.“But when the Communists declared victory, everything changed for me.Suddenly, I knew I was dangerously diﬀerent.” A period of painful bullying ensued in school. The other children kept asking who my father was and called him a 'dog'. “I was 18 when my mother finally sat me down and told me she had been raped by Korean soldiers - not once but three times.Mr Nhat recalled: “Before April 1975, I had been treated well by the South Korean troops who lived on the base near my home in Phu Yen Province, central Vietnam.I was still too young to have any real sense of my identity and hadn’t yet questioned my mother about why I looked different to other Vietnamese children.